DEIMOS
“Yes.” Was the first response as his piercing gaze caught the leopard’s out of the corner of his eyes, a segment of better times and better years. The first time a god had even acknowledged his presence, and then sent him scattering down to the earth, dropping him from the sky. Now there were different connotations associated; together they’d made a deadly, bestial, belligerent weapon, safely tucked away, and the world had toppled over in other remnants and pieces. Instead of linger in those thresholds, as he was so prone to do, he swallowed down the choking remnants, pushing away at the fog, at the tethers, at the abhorrent rue, and snorted. An assembling of tiger ears crowned the top of his head, twisting and turning, back and forth, matching the crackling pitches and sounds of the hearth.But Aisha was different; beholding the ability long before she’d been cast into Outlander abyss, and he turned his cranium, hands still rotating the spit, to fully regard her. “Do you intend to find out, or are you content with the mystery?” To not linger in the potential manacles of deities and their jurisdictions, to merely grow with the enigmatic push and pull in the backdrop? Perhaps it was that easy – but the Sword would never know.
He was something solid
to lean against
violent and fierce and unmoving
